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A FAIRY DRAMA, 

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Cast of characters as performed at the Opera House, Wichita, Kan* 
sas, Thursday, Evening, December 8th., 1881. 

THEKLA, (an orphan of the ancient house 

of Wallenstein) Mossie Baldwin. ■ 

LIZETTE, (daughter of the Burgomaster, with song) . . . .Laura Piper, 

NURSE • Winnie Goodenow. 

MEPHISTO, (an Astrologer) Foster Toler. 

RUDOLPH, (a young musician) \ Fred. Baldwin. 

BURGOMASTER, Will Oliver. 

MAX, ( son of the Burgomaster) A. Kroenert* 

GOBBO, (servant of the astrologer) Elmer Emmert. 

HANS BLOCHENHEAD, (a young brewer ) Ed. Mead. 

FIDELIA, (queen of the fairies) Isis Holtschneider. 

THISTLEDOWN", (messenger of the queen) Mamie Manuel. 

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TIME OF REPRESENTATION— ABOUT TWO HOURS. 

COSTUMES. 

THEKLA. — A blonde. Act First. —Simple white dress, large hat. Act Second— 
A lon°- dark cloak should be worn over the white dress, and lace or zephyr fichu about 
the face. Act Third— A rich, light evening dress. 

LIZETTE —A brunette. White skirt, with two broad rows of black velvet; white 
waist, square neck; elbow sleeves; black lace in the neck and sleeves; black velvet 
bodice; a red rose pinned on the left side of the bodice; hair in two long plaits; red 
ribbons; small Normandy cap; red hose and slippers. She should be a good singer of 
graceful, vivacious movement. 

NUBSE—Bark dress; mob cap; white kerchief. 

MEPHISTO— Black waist; trunks, or very short, full pants: red tights; [red stock- 
?n°-s drawn over the arms, and long, red hose will do for young performers J; long, 
black cloak; black, cowl-shaped covering for the head, with small horns; goatee and 
mustache, black— with ends of mustache pointing up towards the ears. 

BUBGOMASTEB.—'Low shoes; white hose; white knee pants; yellow vest: Dutch 
knickerbocker style of coat: grey peruke; cocked hat; goatee and mustache. 

MAX.— Military uniform. 

B UD OLPH — Black velvet short suit: mantle; broad-brimmed black hat with long 

HANS BLOCHENHEAD — -Wooden shoes; coarse hose; very dutehy. 

FIDELIA. — Maw skirted white tarleton dress; short drawers which should be 
covered with a fullness of white tarleton; ice-blue bodice with angel wings of tarle- 
ton; ice-blue hose. .... , 

THISTLEDOWN. — Highland costume; plaid hose; skirt; white waist; cap and 
Wher or red hose; black velvet skirt; white waist; red sash ; tiny bells sewed un- 
der the dress. She should dance the Highland Fling during fairy revels. 

FAIBIES, — Pale pink and pale blue tarleton, made after the same style of the 
queen's. 

jg®= The fairy costumes may be spangled as much as possible. 

j§®=- In the march and drill, let Thistledown conduct it. 

mr In the original production of this play, the performers ranged from fifteen to 
f ouTvears of age. Twinkle and Blink were four and five, Thistledown eleven, 
Thekfa and Lizette were fourteen and fifteen, The play however, is as well adapted 
to "grown up" people. 



THEKLA. 

ACT I. 

. SCENE FIRST.— A wood. 

Enter Thekla and Nurse, l. 

Thekla. How far we have wandered ! this lovely valley has be- 
guiled me on, and on, until I find myself too weary to go farther. 
(seats herself on bank at l. ) Nurse, do you go on if you wish, I wili 
rest, and find my way home alone. 

Nurse. My dear child, I cannot leave you alone. 

Thekla. And why, since I wish it? 

Nurse. Nay, do not be angry my darling, I know you do not 
want to be rid of your old nurse, only your kind heart would not 
have me weary, I will wait with you. 

Thekla. You are wrong nurse. I do wish to be rid of you ! why 
will every one credit me with virtues I do not possess ! I have not a 
kind heart. I have a hard, cruel heart, and you know it, or I should 
never speak' so harshly to my foster mother ; but there ! go now, dear 
nurse, I will return home alone . (as in a reverie) Home, alas ! I 
have everything that gold may buy, yet all the wealth of the world 
will not purchase a home ! an orphan girl though she have half the 
province at her command, may never know the meaning of those 
sweetest words, home and mother. Ah, me ! why ami not a happy 

Nurse. Hear this capricious one ! Why is she not happy indeed ? 
What more could maiden wish — riches, power, beauty, love— 

Thekla. What, are you still there? Suppose I were suddenly 
bereft of my riches, who then besides yourself — 

Nurse. My child, why vex yourself with impossible things ? If 
you had not a grochen, you would have hosts of lovers who would 
gladly — 

Thekla. I wish I could change stations with Margaret, the forester's 
daughter, for a little time, then I should know when I was loved for 
myself alone. 

Nurse. Ah yes ! you poor unsightly one. Thou "ugly duckling " 
of course one is not likely to love thee, my poor Thekla ! 

Thekla. Oh ! I know I look well enough, to your loving eyes at 
least, my old nurse, {after a pause) Nurse, do -you remember those 
old legends you used to tell me, oh, long ago, of wizards, and charms, 
yes and love-potions, with which unhappy hearts were wont to com- 



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pel the hearts of those who loved them not? Were any of them true 
dear Nurse ? 

Nurse. True? Of course. Do I tell lying legends then? I have 
heard my grandmother tell many times the same I have told to you 
— of the dark philosopher who held converse with the powers of dark- 
ness, and who could grant you your heart's desire, though they do 
say, ones soul, had sometimes to pay the price. 

Thekla. Do you think nurse, that such things may be now, that 
— if I— 

Nurse. Thou ! Child ]et us go home, it is too late for us here, this 
wood is gloomy. Thou ! (aside) The saints forbid ! (aloud) True 
now ? of course not ! Nor ever were, I doubt me ! I always thought 
they were idle tales ! (rises vihile speaking, ties bonnet. 

Thekla. (laughing) Ah, nurse, I had you then ! But go on, you 
are tired of this ramble, and I — am tired of you, go! lnwill be left 
alone to return when I .chose. * 

Nurse. Oh, the trials with this wilful girl ! Now— r 

Thekla. Go ! 

Nurse., I'll be thankful when a husband takes her off my hands, 
and may the saints deliver me from the charge of maidens, who have 
nothing more to do, but conjure up imaginary causes of unhappiness. 
One never knows what to expect of a maid, one minute they are all 
songs and laughter, the next sighing, tearful, and drooping as if they 
had not a friend in the world. Ah, they're a charge, they're a charge! 

(exit R. 

Thekla. Oh, how tired I am ! This must be sleepy valley. I will 
rest awhile— and then go home — yes, rest and then — (falls asleep. 

Soft music gradually changing to waltz, or any time selected as the 
song or dance to follow. Enter Tioinkle, from r. She introduces song 
and dance, or either, then sits at r. on small green bank. Enter Blink 
at l. with song and dance, or either, sees Tioinkle. 

Blink. Now then Twinkle, is the ground all ready for the dance 
of our queen ? 

Twinkle. Oh, I don't know. I am studying kitty chism. 

Blink.* Catechism, you mean. 

Twinkle. No, kittychism — catechism is for grown ups : sit down. 
Tell me Blink 

Here is introduced the discussion \of some topic of local interest, which 
must be made simple in word, but which il takes" on account of the tiny 
disputants; the question discussed in the first presentaion was the one of 
prohibition, bringing in well known names of prominent citizens. En- 
ter Thistledown to air of u Campbells are coming." 

Thistledown. Hallo ! Midgets, Twinkle and Blink, what are you 
quarreling about? Where are Shamrock ancj Columbine? 

Enter Shamrock, to air of "Wearing of the green" then opposite side, 
Columbine to air of "Yankee Doodle" 

Thistle. Ah ! here we are ! Is every thing ready for revels ? You 
know our queen expects our best efforts to-clay ! (sees Thekla asleep) 
What! A mortal! Come midgets, come sprites, here's a lark! A 
mortal asleep inside our charmed circle, she mustn't waken til} sunset. 

Music, they, dance softly about Thekla r as the scene changes to 



THEKLA. $ 

'SCENE SECOND.— A street in first grooves, 

Enter Max, l. 

Max. "Well, here- 1 am once more, on the streets of my native 
town. Three years away seems a long time to a young fellow, and 
he lives in fact and reality twice the time in the stirring, eventful 
changes of a soldier's life. ' But there is very little change in this 
sleepy old town — the few friends whom I have met, looked and 
greeted me as though I parted from them yesterday. How impa- 
tient I am to meet my dear old father, and my sister ! Dear little 
Lizette ! let me see ! Lizette was fourteen when I saw her last, there- 
fore must he seventeen — quite a woman ! Can it really he? Hallo ! 
Who is this? 

Enter Hans Bloehenhead, R. 

Max. Now, who the deuce is this? 

Hans. Now who der tyful is dis ? 

Max. Good morning! 

Hans. Goot mornin' ! 

Max. What! Why, hallo! Is it? Ha, ha! Yes, it is! 

Hans. Vat! Hallo! I s' pose it is ! 

Max. Why, Hans, old fellow ! Hans Bloehenhead, whose head I 
have so often punched at school ! Why, Hans, don't you know your 
old school-fellow ? 

Hans. No I don'd. I cion'd know whose head you haf so often 
punched— if it is mine Mr. Soldier, do you expect I shall remember 
efery one who have punch my head at school ? But stay, I tink you 
are tell one great big lie — I liefer vent to school mit any soldier ! 

Max. Oh, Hans, Hans ! You are as stupid as ever. Of course I 
was not a soldier then, don't you remember Max ? 

Hans, (laughs) Veil now dot makes me laugh! 

Max. What makes you laugh? If any thing can make you exert 
yourself enough to laugh, let's hear what it is. 

Hans. Vy, dot a fellow don'd know his brudder-in-law. 

Max. Brother-in-law ? What does the idiot mean? I your brother- 
in-law — how do you make that? 

Hans. Vy, yen Lizette and me gets married, aint you my brud- 
der-in-law ? 

Max. Lizette — you! Lizette marry you ? Why you poor fool ! 
You are crazy, Lizette indeed ! I'd punch your head again, just for 
the sake of old times if you were worth it. 

Hans. Hold on ! Hold on ! I speak the truth . I haf you father's 
permission! Aha! Whose head will you punch now? Here! 
Look oud, don'd now — 

Max. You driveling idiot, get out of my way before I am tempt- 
ed to break your wooden head ! Is it possible that my father would 
give Lizette to this clown? He is rich I know, but — no, it cannot 
be. How vexatious, that I must present myself to his excellency 
the Governor to report, before I can visit my home. Here, get out 
of my way — I've no time to talk to fools. [exit angrily r. ' 

Hans. Now, vat makes a man get so oxcided like dot? I don'd 
know if I better marry Gretchen— if Lizette gets so oxcided like dot. 
(shakes his head) Gretchen don'd get oxeided— but Gretchen is not 



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handsome. Ho, dot's so! Gretchen is not pritty; veil I must go 
and see Lizette before this soldier vill talk to his father and makes 
the father so oxcided, dot he vill be punching heads too. (exit l. 



SCENE TSlBD. — An Astrologers room-^-shoiitd be a cave, or dis- 
mal castle scene will answer, or ancient prison, table at r. draped with 
black with some old books, a globe, a mounted telescope, a curious shaped 
lamp and a stuffed owl; smaller table ati... also covered with black on 
which lies a skull; any other article to suit the fancy, the room to look 
as dismal and frightful as possible. Scene opens showing Gobbo with a 
broom, and a huge piece of bread. 

Gobbo. Well, now I must hurry away to my pots and kettles. 
(stuffs his mouth very full) If ever a lad was put upon, that lad's me, 
Gobbo. It's work here, work there, with not even time to devote to 
the necessary replenishing of one's stomach, (stuffs again) But it's 
"here, Gobbo, thou imp, do this," "Gobbo, thou gluttonous rascal 
do that," or, "Gobbo, thou," any foul name you please, "do the 
other," until my life is a burden. The villagers all say "Gobbo, 
this master of thine starves thee" — any one can see I am poorly fed. 
(cramming his mouth very full) Yes, actually starved ! ( exit l. 

Enter Mephisto n. 

Mephisto. How, now, Gobbo, thou lazy varlet ! 

Confused noise outside. Enter Gobbo L. with apron on rubbing a frying 
pan ivhich he holds in his hands — mouth stuffed full. 

Mephisto. Where has thy meddling hands laid the papers, which 
—what! Thou thieving glutton! When wilt thou get enough? 
canst thou not eat at reasonable hours, but must be stuffing thine 
ever empty paunch continually ? 

Gobbo. Oh, indeed good master, I did but lick the dish which 
held the pie sent by dame Margaret, a pity to let even the gravy of 
that pie be wasted, (aside) The gravy was all poor Gobbo got of 
it! So I did but lick the dish that nothing be wasted. 

Mephisto. Hold thy tongue, prattler ! Where are the papers left 
yesternight by the Burgomaster which should lie on the table there? 
How oft have I bade thee keep thy meddling hands off things which 
are no concerns of thine ? 

Gobbo. Papers ? Burgomaster ! Oh, yes, I put them in safe keep- 
ing — (rushes awkwardly to -table at L. empties lot of folded papers about 
the floor) No, not there! (goes to k. spills a box of miscellaneous 
articles) Nor there either ! Now, a plague upon my stupid head, 
wh ere— what 

Mephisto. Peace blockhead, calm thyself^and see if thou canst re- 
member, (sit) 

Gobbo. (bursting into a loud laugh,) 

Mephisto. What now idiot ? 

Gobbo. (laughs long and loud, finally draws paper out of his stock- 
ing) There ! I knew I put thein in a safe place ! Look you what 
it is to be a careful servant. ( knocking outside, 

Mephisto. Go boy, and see who craves admittance, (exit Gobbo k. 



THEKLA. 1 

lie-enter Gobbo, ushering in the Burgomaster, who makes a show OJ con- 
versation at back with Mephisto. Gobbo sits in chair, c. 

Gobbo. 

"There vas an honest Dutchman, Mynheer Von Stopplenose, 

Und ever after dining he sat him down to doze, 
Und schlept away the summer day in beautiful repose" 

Mephisto. {gives him a sudden poke in the back, causing him to 
jump suddenly; motions him out.) And so thou hast not read this let- 
ter, which was found, belonging to young Rudolf, and which is sup- 
posed to be a treasonable document ? 

Burgomaster, (who is seated at c. starting and looking nervously 
about him) A — no, your worship, 

Mephisto. And dost not know a line in it ? 
j Burgomaster. A — no, your worship. I only know he considers it 
important, and it must concern state matters, for the old dame where 
he lodges, told me he sought diligently for it, and was much alarmed, 

Mephisto. Well, Burgomaster I will read this letter to thee it may 
be treason but not as thou thinkest. (reads ) "Mine Own Rudolph : 
Did you wait for me last night at our trysting place dearest one? I 
am in despair that we were disappointed, but another time my Ru- 
dolph I will not fail thee. Indeed I could not get away, for my fath- 
er and that stupid Hans Blochenhead, kept me while they smoked 
and drank, until I was near* screaming with impatience, and that 
horrid Hans leered at me with his hateful eyes, until I spoke to him 
sharply, and was nicely scolded by my father. Adieu my Rudolph 
until we meet. Your own, Lizette." 

Burgomaster. Ten thousand— what my Lizette, — a love letter — I'll 
kill the young music player — horrid Hans — treason — I'll shut the 
girl up for a week ! I'll — ( rushing furiously about. 

Mephisto. Calm thyself mjmheer, it is treason then, but perhaps 
I can help thee. 

Burgomaster. Oh, your worship, they do say that you are in league 
with the — ahem ! That you are familiar — that is to say, you have 
acquaintance with the powers of the air, and may call them to do 
your will, now if your worship could give me something to cause 
my daughter to forget this young music player, and marry a man of 
my choice, as a dutiful daughter should, — 

Mephisto. Should I do so, what art thou prepared to pay for it ? 

Burgomaster. Pay? O — h what your worship chooses. 

Mephisto. A thousand thalers, for instance? 

Bu-rgomaster. A thousand fiends ! Your worship jests. Oh, no, 
no, no, no ! 

Mephisto. (aside) This fellows cupidity gets the best of his ven- 
geance, {aloud) Well, then thy daughter may wed the penniless 
young poet. ! 

Burgomaster. But consider your worship — a thousand — umph, 
umph, no, no! (jncks up his hat and cane. 

Mephisto. And Hans Blockenhead's gold may fill other coffers 
than thine ? 

Burgomaster, (hesitates) But a thousand — umph, umph ! (exit l. 

Enter Gobbo, l. 
Gobbo, Master, there is a maiden outside who wants to come in. 



$ "THEKLA. 

Mephisto waves him permission — re-enter Gohbo with Thekla, t. 

Gobbo. Now what can she he up to? I'll see. ( hides. 

Thekla. (aside) How my heart heats ! that I, Thekla of Wallen- 
stein, should come to this horrid place, this monster for help, to gain 
the love of a poor ohscure youth, dependent on his art for his daily 
"bread. I, who have spurned the noblest at my feet ! Oh, my heart 
fails me! And yet— ah, Rudolph, you must he mine — we will go 
far away, and this rustic Lizette will be forgotten. Courage ! {turn- 
ing to Mephisto who has stood with folded arms) Sir, I seek your aid. 
I know that you are powerful, holding the very powers of darkness 
in control. 

Mephisto. Take off thy covering maiden, I may deal in mysteries, 
but I would see thy face. Art ashamed of thy errand daughter of 
"Wallenstein ? 

Thekla. {with a start) Ashamed ! in truth I am, hut do not think 
I fear— not if you were the evil one himself, instead of his servant 
as common report makes j^ou ! 

Mephisto. Maiden, thou hast a forward tongue, but speak, why 
art thou here ? 

Thekla. Sir, I seek a love charm. 

Mephisto. What thou, can the haughty beauty of Amberg seek a 
love which is refused her ! 

Thekla. You have said it. I am called the proudest girl in the 
province— and yet — I love unsought. 

Mephisto. W ho is this scornful Prince, who is proof against thy 
charms ? 

Thekla. Prince ! Ha, ha ! And yet he is fit for a prince, is Ru- 
dolph the musician. 

Mephisto. And he loves thee not ? 

Thekla. Alas, no! He loves, and is betrothed to Lizette the 
Burgomaster's daughter. But might I not buy from you that which 
shall turn his heart to me ? It miist not harm him, and once away 
from this country maiden, he will forget her, and she will easily 
console herself with another. I am willing to pay any sum for this 
—but if It tails me, or harms him— {threateningly. 

Mephisto. Cease thy empty threats. I think I will give thee 
what thou seekest— yes, for thy mother's sake. Remain here until I 
return, (exit through door draped with black at B. c— flashes of light- 
ning, and thunder — lights down during Thekla' s speech) 

Thekla. How I hate nryself ! Can it be that I have fallen so low, 
as to ask help from this awful one who holds nightly converse with 
unholy spirits? Ah, unhappy that I am, who will not be content 
witli that which I have, but seek to peril my soul, for that which I 
have not ! My mother, do you look down in pity to-night on your 
wilful daughter, who has perversely put away every good impulse, 
every holy emotion, haye resolutely hushed every inward monitor to 
do this thing ! My angel mother, hear my vow— only help me in 
this my heart's desire, and once out of this horrible place I will 
never return, I will devote my life to better things ! I will curb my 
wilful spirit ! I will no more be called haughty Thekla, but meek, 
humble, loving, Thekla. (thunder, lightning, and wild sobbing cries 
behind scenes) Ah heaven ! What fearful cry was that ? Perhaps 
I shall never leave this place alive ! But see he returns. 



THEKLA. $ 

Lights gradually up. Enter Mephisto from c, 

Mephisto. This vial contains that which you seek, it may he given 
in -wine, or water, or drank as you see it here. 

TheJcla. Do you swear no harm shall come to him I love, through 
this? 

Mephisto. It shall not hurt him. 

Thekla. Here is the gold — let me hasten from this place. 

(exit humbly. 

Mephisto. Aye ! Go, proud and haughty daughter of a scornful 
mother ! Thy lover shall not be hurt ! A stone cannot be hurt ! 

Gobbo shows his head at l. where he has been hid— Mephisto turns to 
leave the room as the curtain falls, 

END OF ACT FIRST. 



ACT II. 

SCENE FIRST. — A wood same as Act 1st. Curtain rises showing 
Lizette and Rudolph seated on bank at l. Music at rising of curtain, 

Lizette. Dearest Rudolph ! What a charming place for the fairies 
to dance. See these beautiful mossy banks, this grassy sward, and 
these dense shady retreats. 

Rudolph. Ah, yes, my Lizette, very lovely — are those black and 
sparkling eyes of thine." 

Lizette. Thou silly boy ! ' 

Rudolph. Beautiful as you say for a fairy revel, but equally so 
for a meeting with one's sweetheart, eh? 

Lizette, Oh, I find it passable, even for that. 

Rudolph, Thou wicked Lizette ! 

Lizette. Come, foolish boy yon are too fond of the sound of your 
own voice, charm me with the voice of this, my rival in your affec- 
tion. 

Rudolph. But the only one leibchen, and no part of jealousy, {any 
music can be introduced, if two pieces are played let the first be some well 
known Alpine piece.) 

Rudolph. Was not that last bit lovely, Lizette? It always makes — 

Lizette. Oh, lovely indeed my Rudolph. Oh! You have a dim- 
ple in your chin, (stoops softly towards him, then pirouettes to c. as 
Rudolph catches her.) 

Rudolph. Thou dreadfully wicked Lizette ! 

Lizette. To punish you for that slanderous speech, master pert, 
you shall listen to music of mine. 

Rudolph, (reclining lazily ) Speed the punishment ! 

(any song to suit the singer, introduced here, 

Lizette. (archly) How do you like your purgatory ? 

Rudolph. If this is purgatory, who would go to heaven ! 

A second song mag be introduced of ter which faint music in the distance* 
Rudolph rise* 



W THEKLA. 

Lizette. Hark ! What music is this ? (goes to u. u. e. and listens) 
Rudolph, as true as you live, they are fairies !■ Come and look for 
yourself. (Budolph goes to her) There, do you see that glittering 
train ? Hear that elfin music ? Oh, Kudolph, this is midsummer day, 
let us haste away from this elfish place. (exit l. 

A march is played louder until — enter R. fairies' train. When about 
centre of stage they stop, step apart, and Thistledown leads Queen up 
through to the throne, some suitable song for the fairies can be introduc- 
ed then. March resumed, the figures of a grand march, or any exercise 
fancied, after which they break in waltz time, and waltz seperately to 
different places on the stage. The fairies entertainment can be as varied 
as the accomplishments of the performers will permit, dancing, singing, 
suitable recitations etc. may be used. After a few of these— 

Queen. Another midsummer day my subjects, we are met for our 
revels on bur favored ground. Come hither Thistledown, my light 
dancing Scotch blossom. 

' Thistle. Here, most g-r-r-racious majesty, right on time ! What's 
the racket now? 

Queen. Hear this mischievous sprite ! In what unknown tongue 
does she speak ! 

Thistle. Unknown tongue ! (theatrically) Slang, most gracious 
majesty. Slang ! 

Queen. Slang? Is that a new language then ? Where do the 
speakers of slang dwell, and who $re they ? 

Thistle. Their name is legion. They dwell in every place press- 
ed by the foot of mortal ! Slang, my noble queen, is the language 
of mortals. 

Queen. Now saucy sprite ! You do but mock us ! The language 
of mortals ? 

Thistle. Fast becoming the legitimate language, particularly of 
that part of the world called America. There, even infant mortals 
lisp, "can't sthand the prethure," "don't give ufch away," "he'th 
up to thnuff," "well I thould wemark,"— and are fast becoming in- 
structed—in the way they shouldn't go. 

Queen. What odd creatures the mortals are. Do they all speak in 
the tongue of slang then? 

Thistle. "You bet your boots." No, by the way, only the young- 
er generation— there are a few old mossbaeks who cling to stilts. 

Queen. Stilts? Do they walk with stilts? 

Thistle. Stilted language, your maj. For instance a mossback 
would say, "take your immediate departure to the regions reverbera- 
ting with heaven's artillery !" Slang says, "go to thunder I" Again, 
a mossback would request with dignity, "Show me the individuals 
who caused the excrescence on the cerebellum of the late lamented 
William Patterson." Slang is brief and to the point, and in time 
will be the language of mortals. 

. Queen. Thistledown, thou elfish sprite ! Have I been unwise in 
allowing you to become familiar with mortals? I fear you are de- 
moralized, but come, have you learned anything else? 

Thistle. "Well I should sweetly murmur !" Do you know these 
mortals are a queer lot, one is no more like another, than— than — 
anything-, now there is my friend Gobbo, the servant of that old skul][ 



THEKLA. Jj. 

"and crossbones, whom they call Mepliisto. Now Grobbo's a "daisy." 
But you ought to hear him sing, {laughs and sings through her nose, 
to air of "Marching down to old Quebec." 

Fairies deride with cries of "that is no music." 
Thistle. It is music to Gobbo. How do you like this then? 
(sings same way to air of "Come thou Fount" or " Netleton." sloic) 

Poor old Pidey, she died last Friday, 
Poor old cretur, the turkey buzzard's eat-er — 

Yet again, your majesty, there is quite another sample of mortal, 
known as the aesthetic young woman. Oh she is quite too utterly 
too-too ! Ha, ha ! Too sweetly, tenderly utter ! ( during some grace- 
ful movements on Thistledown'' s part, here she crosses over l. at side of 
the throne. 

Enter r. two fairies leading Thekla to the Queen. 

First Fairy, May it please your majesty, here is a mortal whom 
we have found asleep inside our circle. 

Queen. Speak, maiden, why are you here? 

Thekia. Purely by accident, most beautiful queen. I did not 
know this lovely valley belonged to your majesty. I often walk here. 

Queen. Not on midsummer day ? 

Thekla. Midsummer— truly no. How strange ! 

Queen, (to Thistledown) Is notthis the maiden of whom you told 
me? 

Thistle, The identical party, your maj. 

Queen, (descending and standing by Thekla's side) Thekla, daugh- 
ter of the house of Wallenstein,, come nearer, I have something to say 
to you. Have you yet given to Kudolph the potion obtained from 
the wicked and artful Mephisto ? 

Thekla. (with a start) How do you know this? 

Queen. I have messengers who keep me acquainted with the affairs 
of mortals. Thekla, 1 knew your lovely young mother well. 

Thekla. My mother ! 

Queen. And have great interest in her spoiled, wilful daughter. 
Ah, child, if thy mother had lived, then you had never grown up a 
slave to every fancy and desire natural to an ill-regulated mind ; you 
have been nattered and caressed, every lightest wish granted, until 
the selfish part of your nature has grown into giant stature ; while 
the generous, the lovely, the noble attributes of your soul, are allow- 
ed to dwarf into puny caricatures of themselves ! 

Thekla. (proudly) These are hard w T ords, beautiful, queen. 

Queen. But true ones, my proud Thekla. Ask your own heart, 
have you smothered every better feeling? Shut out all memory of 
the gentle voice which should ever remain with you, to hold you to 
hope of heaven ? Ah ! Thekla, listen to one who has seen the wreck 
of many lives ; believe me, though evil may seem to prosper for a 
season, the way of goodness and purity is our only hope of happiness. 

Thekla. Too late! Too late! I have chosen my path and will 
walk therein though my feet are torn by the thorns that lie in the 
way. A Wallenstein is not afraid. 

Queen. Listen to me, perverse girl, I told you I had many mes- 
sengers among mortals ; did you ever hear that this Mephisto, this 
monster of iniquity, sought the hand of your mother, ere she was 
wooed and won by your father, the gallant baron. 



1% THEKLA. 

Thekla. What? He? My mother? 

Queen. And being refused, vowed vengeance on her and hers. Thebla 
hear me ! This which you hide in your bosom, is from the evil one 
himself, not to turn the heart of him you love toward you, but 4o 
turn into stone, the mortal who drinks ! 

Enter Fairy, e, 

Fairy. May it please your majesty, the chief time keeper bids me 
say to you, that it only lacks a few minutes till sunset. 

Queen. True, Lightwing, get every thing in readiness. Thekla, 
I must leave you, and may not speak with you again for a year, let 
your better spirit rule you. Farewell, {goes down through the fairy 
ranks, they fall in, music, they march off at e. music grows fainter, 
until it ceases) 

Thekla. Can this be me ? Am I dreaming? Is this the same val- 
ley I have loved from childhood ? Oh, what horrid night-mare is this ? 
I feel as though a mountain were pressing on my heart ; the very trees 
seem to whisper and groan, mocking at me for my wretchedness. 
I, who an hour since thought this such a lovely world, {takes the 
vial from her bosom ) It is not a clreanxfor here is the hateful vial ; 
can it be Fidelia spoke the truth concerning its horrid properties? 
4.h ! It must be true, for I remember that monster's evil look when 
he said, "it shall not hurt him." What more fitting end for a wild 
unhappy spirit like mine than to drain the hateful draught myself! 
I will ! (drinks, covers her face with her hands drops the vial on the 
ground) A stone? I cannot believe it, and yet — how long will it be 
I wonder, till some wayfarer shall find all that is left of poor Thekla. 
Hark! Voices, (Lizette and Budolph crosses the stage at back, or on 
an elevation) it is Lizette, and Rudolph ! She leans on his arm, look, 
with love he bends over her! Ah, there is no hatred in my heart for 
her now — may you be happy. They will — she will be his beloved 
bride, while I — will be poor forgotten Thekla ! Oh, this numbness, 
which seems creeping up to my very heart ! The draught— I feel its 
work. Ah, mother pity and forgive. | 

Here the song, ' Sweet Spirit hear my Prayer' may be sung by Thekla, at 
the close of which, she sinks slowly to her knees, lights low, and the spirit 
of Thekla' 's mother appears hovering over her, at the same instant the 
fairies appear instantaneously, in different attitudes of despair. Tableau 
red light thrown on from both sides of the stage. 

CUETAIN. 



ACT HI. 

SCENE FIBST. — Burgomaster's house. Burgomaster and Hans 
Blochenhead seated at table, l. on which are glasses and pitcher. Both 
are smoking. 

Burgomaster. Have you talked that little matter over with Lizette 
yet? 



THEKLA. H 

Hans. No, I haf no need, dot is all right if she like me, but she 
like dot Rudolph, he make de nice musig. 

Burgomaster. Lizette will hear me ! I will have no Rudolph for 
my son-in-law. 

Hans, (reflectively) Gretchen Von Stopplenose likes me puddy 
veil. Gretchen haf got money, too. 

Burgomaster. Ach, Himmel ! Gretchen Yon Stopplenose, and my 
Lizette ! 

Hans. Oh, I know, she don't vent to look so puddy, but she can 
make good cheese. 

Burgomaster. Will you have Lizette make cheese ? 

Hans. Oh, no. But if a frau don't look so puddy, it is goot if she 
can make cheese. 

Burgomaster. The son of the rich brewer of Amberg, has no need 
that his frau make cheese. 

Enter Lizette and Rudolph unseen at c. she motions to Rudolph to re- 
main by the door. 

Lizette. Ah ! My dear papa, here you are, do you know I've been 
looking for you every where ? If I tell you something will you for- 
give me papa? Say yes, say yes, you can sweet old papa ! 

Burgomaster. For what? 

Lizette. Say yes, first papa, I have so much to tell 3 r ou. 

Burgomaster, (puts his arm about her) Gretchen Yon Stopplenose 
can make goot cheese, eh, Hans? 

Lizette. Never mind Gretchen, papa, though she is a good house- 
wife, and we all know Hans loves cheese, but say you will forgive 
me what I am about to tell you. 

Burgomaster. Well ! Yes, then. 

Lizette. (drags Budolph forward) This is my husband, papa. 

Burgomaster. What, thou ! No, no, leave my house. 

Lizette. No, no, papa, you have promised, besides what is the use, 
— we are already married, the good priest at the little church in the* 
valley, gave us his blessing this very afternoon. Forgive us papa, 
for this good news. My brother, your son, has come home from the 
army! 

Burgomaster. My boy? My Max? Oh, where. 

Lizette. Bless you my own pupa, (kisses him) You do forgive 
us then ? 

Burgomaster. Yes I forgive you, and this my son also, (gives Ru- 
dolph his hand) I cannot be angry if my boy is safe— tell me of my 
son. 

Lizette. Well, then, I told you the good priest at Amberg married 
us, you sweet old papa ! And after we had come out of the little 
church, down through the valley, where you know they say the 
fairies dance at the foot of a mossy bank, knelt a handsome young 
soldier, over what proved to be the lifeless form of the beauty of Am- 
berg. 

Burgomaster. What ! Thekla of Wallenstein ! Was the maiden 
dead then ? 

Lizette. No, only in a deep faint. Rudolph brought water from 
the spring, and I chafed her hands, and presently she began to re- 
cover, and I had time to notice the young Prussian officer, and oh, 
papa, I was near fainting ! I threw myself on his breast in a trans- 



H fHEKLA. 

port of joy — and, oh, papa, I do believe my brother has fallen in love 
with the haughty Thekla, and, oh, papa — 

Burgomaster. Stop! Stop! Thou rattlepate! Ach, but this 'Ru- 
dolph will have much the worst of it, with such a tongue as thine, 
( loud) Where is my son ? 

Enter Max and Thekla, L. 

Max. Here, my dear father. 

Burgomaster. My boy! (they embrace. 

Max. The war is over now, I have returned home, are you glad to 
have me ? 

Lizette. And here is the fraulein Thekla, papa, who craves our 
hospitality for the night, only think of her falling asleep on the fairy 
glade. 

Burgomaster. The fraulein Thekla, is most welcome. I hope her 
dreams were pleasant ones. 

Thekla. Pleasant? Oh, not all a dream ! Was that dread creature 
Mephisto, with his horrid surroundings, were Fidelia's searching 
words of reproach, a dream ? Oh, I have indeed been fearfully warn- 
ed against pride and selfishness. 

Lizette. Why, what is all this ! Mephisto, Fidelia, wha are these? 

Thekla. The dark wizard of the cave, the fairy queen. 

Lizette. This comes of falling asleep in the wood on midsummer 
day. There, never mind dear Thekla, forget the horrid dream. We 
will take such good care of you, that you shall think of nothing but 
a delightful reality. My brother here, is a capital one I have no 
doubt to cheer up a desponding heart, he looks as though he were 
willing to try. 

Max. {kissing Thekla? s hand) That shall be as the fraulein shall 
permit. 

Burgomaster. Oh, it is easy see that another wedding will be the 
end of this dream. 

A suitable song can be introduced here, 



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Clarence, a student, inclined to ale 

John Henry, • ,.a man servant, complaining of nothing to do 

I. Seizer, a constable, used to take away bad effect^ 

Mrs. Crotchet,. an invalid, ill with nervousness 

DoUy ' her niece 1181 "' } both a ^ ected with a disease of the heart, called love 
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Ames' Plays— Continued. 



NO. 

48 Schnapa 

107 School 

133 Seeing Posting 

138 Sewing Circle of Period... 

115 S. H. A. M. Pinafore 

55 Somebody's Nobody 

94 16,000 Years Ago 

2 5 Sport with a Sportsman... 

79 Spy of Atlanta, 25c 

92 Stage Struck Darkey 

10 Stocks Up, Stocks Down.. 

137 Taking the Census 

02 Ten Mights in Bar-Roorn 

64 That Boy Sam 

40 That Mysterious B'dle ... 

38 The Bewitched Closet 

87 The Biter Bit 

131 The Cigarette 

144 Thekla 

101 The Coming Man 

67 The False Friend 

97 The Fatal Blow 

119 The Forty -JSTiners 

93 The Gentleman in Black 
112 The New Magdalen ..... 



M. P. 

1 1 
5 



5 
3 

2 
li 

3 
1 

1 
3 
1 
2 
5 2 

5 2 
4 2 

6 7 
3 1 

6 1 

7 1 
4 
9 4 
S 3 



NO. M. 

118 The Popcorn Man 3 

71 The Reward of Crime 5 

16 The Serf 6 

68 The Sham Professor 4 

6 The Studio 3 

102 Turn of the Tide 7 

54 The Two T. J's 4 



7 The Vow of the Ornani .. 8 
28 Thirty-three nxtBrithd'y 4 

108 Those Awful Boys 5 

63 Three Glasses a Day 4 

105 Through Suow and Sun- 
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142 Tit for Tat 2 

4 Twain's Dodging 3 

151 Wanted a Husband:... 2 

5 When Women Weep 3 

121 Will-o'-the-Wisp 9 

56 Wooing Under Difficulties 4 

41 Won at Last 7 

70 Which will he Marry 2 

135 Widower's Trials ' 5 

58 Wrecked 9 

111 Yankee Duelist 2 



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